Did I get blown in the bathroom? Yes. Did she throw up cranberry juice on my shorts? Yes. Did she finish the job? Yes.
champagne bombs. Yes, i think that is where things may have gotten out of control.
Girl next to me just ralphed in a bag. Congrats class of 2010
when she said she was from California you started sobbing. You begged her not to melt your popsicle because you paid good money for it and you just wanted to eat it in peace.
This is like a relationship, I expect to be mind blown at least once a week.
You might call them booze related cuts, I call it "partying so hard you sweat blood"
my last clear memory of the night was being offered a shot but having so much alcohol in my hands that someone literally had to pour it in my mouth for me. after that it pretty much skips to waking up face down and shirtless on my floor.
I literally just smashed open my grade school piggy bank for beer money. Goodbye childhood. Hellllllo coin night.
Like 50% of me thinks it'll be weird, 25% of me is curious & 25% of me is horny
It's getting to the point where my ability to get dick pix during the work day is impressing even me. Take that, adulthood!
She's passed out laying in the middle of the street. Cars are honking at her and going around her body. We need to stop playing BONECRUSHER.
Just woke up from an extremely erotic dream featuring Steve Buscemi. Now I can't sleep.
I would steal a car if I knew it had wheat thins in it
is it necessary to steal the whole car?
i'm not so sure everythign we did last night was legal...
Lucky bitch I'm at work covered in Jeff pee. And my hair smells like beer because I was trying to prove a point about PBR serving multiple purposes.
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